DON'T LET THEM TAG HER TOE
Wrest her from the claws of the street Get her before Dark, Then she climbs into shadowy hiding places Waiting For a hit to get a fix Where’s God? Everywhere He is waiting for her heart She is afraid of Him. He Sent me, and others like me I saw her standing there A waif of a girl all grown up Like a disjointed doll Her little girl bosom over plump covered just to the edge of not enough Oh it was such a long way to what passed for a skirt beginning only a scant bit above the pubic patch and... Sign in to see full entry.